This is a song about "Wrist work"

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Try to shake my hand end up with a broke wrist

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

She slit her veins, only to feel her wrist in pain.

What held me back from slashing my wrist,

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

I work hard, nigga put in work

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

No wife, no kids, with this knife and this wrist